prophetic.

[svnmantle]

LENNY HAS BEEN MOVED HERE

[svnmantle]

keyleth.

Keyleth gives a quiet, shy laugh, and tugs her red locks lightly. She’s never been able to get used to receiving compliments. “It’s alright. I’ve gotta say the lava was the worst part,” she replies with a little shrug. “I…uh, thank you, though. It’s just hair. It’ll grow back. I mean…it already is longer than it was. Well, because that’s how hair works. But…you get my point…”

   “ oh -- duh, of course the lava would be worse! i’m focussing on the wrong part. it must’ve been scary! i’m so sorry. “ lenora pursed her lips, looking properly ashamed. “ i should’ve made sure you were okay before i asked about your hair. you’re -- alright, right? no lasting damage? “

[svnmantle]

daevy jones.

Having spent her childhood begging to be taught how to use all kinds, any kind of weapon, Daevhinn is thrilled to be a mentor instead. It’s an enormous compliment in her eyes, and Lenny is all the more dear to her for asking. “Fairly, you are already using it mostly as ‘tis meant to be used.” She hesitates a half-second. “Are you wanting to train now? I am happy to begin! Though if you are not ready yet, we can start whenever you are ready.”

     lenny blinked, and then grinned, a wide, toothy smile. “ i never got taught! it’s not something that the temple really -- pushes. pelor’s not a god of war or anything. so it’s nice to know that i’m doing alright! but -- i want to do better. so no one has to worry about me. i mean, i’ve got this armor and this shield and this mace and i don’t really know how to use it. “ she shrugs, a quick, smooth motion. “ i’d love to start now, please? “

[daevhinn]

[svnmantle]

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[svnmantle]

keyleth.

“Down near the middle of my back,” she answers with a nod. “It was hard–took me forever to get used to it. Sometimes I catch myself in the mirror and have to do a double-take because I’d forgotten what I look like!” Keyleth laughs, then blushes again at Lenny’s awe.

“Well…..” she draws out the word with a grimace, indicating that wasn’t exactly how it happened. “I sort of…tripped. Into a pool of lava. While fighting a dragon. Not my best day.”

    “ oh, that must’ve been terrible, i’m so sorry -- “ the cleric frowns, her shoulders sagging slightly at the thought -- keyleth’s hair must’ve been absolutely gorgeous, long like that? not that it isn’t now, there’s no doubt that it’s lovely, that burnt copper colour is to die for, but lenny still feels bad. “ i mean, at least you’re alive and your hair is still lovely, so don’t worry! you’re still very pretty. “

[svnmantle]

daevy jones.

Daevhinn stops paying attention when Lenny says “teach me to fight”. She tries not to interrupt, a grin spreading across her face. She sets down the staff she was carving into, again, and as soon as Lenny pauses to take a breath, she exclaims, “Oh, yes!” The idea is clearly very exciting to the elf. “What are you wanting to learn, first? The shield, the mace? We can play with my daggers, or I can teach you to shoot. Or, we can start with the old-fashioned, I can teach you how to brawl!”

   there was a level of enthusiasm that lenny definitely hadn’t been expecting, and she jumps at the exclamation of agreement. cornflower eyes go wide, and she clasps her hand against her chest,  nearly bouncing in excitement. there’s so many options -- and no one will yell at her for rushing in anymore! “ oh well -- the mace, probably, but if you can teach me how to use the shield better, i definitely won’t complain! i’ve never learned how to shoot, and i’m probably a little small to brawl but -- oh, thank you! i’m so excited!

[svnmantle]

sophie.

“I won’t lie, it is.” She longed for a family, in some distant, more innocent part of herself. Not a happy life, but a content one. One where she was anyone but who she was, anything but whatshe was. But that couldn’t happen, not now. Perhaps not ever. She was too damaged for those flights of fancy. Too pessimistic to see it happening to her in this life. Who would want damaged goods for a sister? A wife? A mother?

No one.

“But you’re wrong. It hurts too much to let people in. I’ve seen too much, had too much done to me. I bear the marks both in my flesh and in my soul. Ilmater bears the rest. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but your efforts are in vain. I’m not meant to be with people. Not in the sense you want me to be.”

     “ i -- it just seems so lonely. “ her brows furrowed and the gnome just looks -- sad. it looks wrong on her face, like the sun covered by clouds; she’d cry, if she didn’t think that sophie would flee at the mere hint of tears. still, even lenny can read the room, and though she’s a little naive, she can tell that this isn’t a conversation that the ranger wants to have. you can only push people so far, and it seems that she’s hit that point.      “ but -- if that’s what you want. i guess? i just -- want you to know that i care, and that you have a place with us, with me and the rest of us, i’m sure, if you want it. you might not feel the same way, but i care about you, and want you to be comfortable and safe. “

[svnmantle]

heart song.

Holy shit, this girl’s laugh is the cutest goddamn thing in the world, and Cadence makes it a personal mission to hear it as much as possible. She’s definitely not blushing. She doesn’t blush, she makes other people blush. Then the cleric smiles at her and she can’t help smiling back with her totally non-blushing face.

She shrugs. “Doesn’t sound ridiculous to me. Hell, ‘least you got a god tellin’ you to do this. I just kinda decided without really thinking too much.” She pauses, gazing over at the rest of their party. “Glad I did, though. I wanna help people, too.”

Watching the others go about their business captures her attention for a moment, then she bumps Lenny’s shoulder with her own. “But you see eye-to-eye with me, don’tcha?” she jokes. “I see eye-to-ass with most folks in this party and I gotta say, your face is much nicer to look at.”

the crassness startles a brilliant peal of giggles from the cleric, and her hand claps to her mouth to muffle it, the tips of her ears burning -- oh, it almost feels like she’s breaking some rules, somehow, but cadence is delightful, with her crass jokes or bright smiles. a little starry eyed, Lenny nodded eagerly. “ i think we’re almost matched nose to nose, “ she agreed, happy to find someone who understood the struggle of her height ( that wasn’t family ). “ everyone is so tall, it’s hard sometimes! we had to get this armor specially made for me. and they laughed! a gnome wearing scale mail, what are you going to do with that.  i didn’t tell them about pelor’s wishes though.” embarrassed, she wrinkled her nose, and shrugs small shoulders. “i mean, wanting to help people is the official reason! so we’re not -- completely different, in that way. “

[svnmantle]

    she feels dirty; the scream fades from her brain and all at once, lenora feels only regret and shame -- the previous panic gone as soon as it had come. what had they done? the creature had made no move to hurt them, even when they had blundered into its home; it had asked who they were had left them for the promise of fresh food.    although logically, she knew that he’d done what she had for a friend, she still feels -- gross. wrong. it was harmless, it’s back to them, unprepared and completely calm. taliesin’s scream had been out of fear, not pain, and lenny had charged in, because between that scream, and james urging them on, she just couldn’t stay back. there was too much of a chance...    and now she’s making excuses. her internal monologue is making excuses for her disgusting actions. what has she become? first she -- forces james to pay, to prevent a fight, and now she’s killing innocent (if creepy) creatures because the might hurt a friend? what is she becoming?     this couldn’t be what pelor wanted for her.  all at once her legs feel wobbly, and she sinks to her knees, the clank of her mace and shield on the ground sounding as she lets them go. pawing at the neck of her armor, she pulls out a necklace and grips it in her hand, squeezing her eyes tight. murmurs, nearly unheard, leave bitten lips, as she begins to pray, for the creature’s soul, and for her own -- forgive her, please.

[svnmantle]

Bard: i wrote you all a song

Party: awww lets hear it

Bard: *strums c chord loudly* STOP DYING

[flame-of-ostwick-archive]

Me: *watches my D&D party nearly implode at one another*

Children, why?

[svnmantle]

    “ --- am i bad person? for what i did to james? was that -- bad? i shouldn’t have done that. but everyone was fighting and i --- i didn’t know what to do. “

|| open to campaign members 

[santners]

Black Sails Ladies Appreciation - 1/?

[svnmantle]

lenny had to use command on her own teammate and now is honestly so ashamed that she can’t talk my poor child---

[svnmantle]

lenny: group mom, lecturing james on irresponsible magic usage 

[svnmantle]

This one is Lenny’s xD